Evolution
I have recently come to realize that I’m at a stage in life where I find myself attracted to a literary genre I never held any interest in: realism.
Or rather, realism with wondrous things sprinkled in.
Specially like that presented in Japanese literature.
What I’m really looking for I think, is connection. Being able to relate to the story to a deeper level than the fantasy stories I used to be so obsessed with (which no offense, but are usually not written to relate with anyone. YA Fantasy writing tends to be bleak when it comes to the relatable side of things).
I am touched by stories about people struggling through life’s bumps, pushing through as they find connections with others and hope in the little things; perhaps lessons they learned as children and forgot as they aged, or perhaps in magical wonders they encounter.
Slice of life stories are specially entertaining to me now. Broken as I am, there’s a part of me that lights up with stories I can empathize with. It stitches me up a bit inside. Helps hold me together.
There are so many books of this kind I wanna read. Stories that can warm me inside and hold my stitches together.
I never thought I’d become interested in realism (after, you know, literally living through it).
Guess a point a comes where you just wanna know you’re not the only one in pain.
I’d planned to participate in this year’s wattys, under the fantasy category. However, I revised the rules, checked the deadlines again, calculated how much time I had to work on my entry, and realized that it is wiser to wait until next year.
When it comes to something like the wattys, or any other serious competition you’d like to take part of, you mustn’t rush. I was going to rush to make it to the deadline. I realized that’d compromise the quality of my work and my chances of winning. I want to dish out the very best I can give of myself, by myself.
I cannot give my best if I rush to a deadline without having much time to revise. Sad, but the wattys will have to wait for me.
Devil speaks truth
Don't open ao3 before bed. that is the devil speaking
Another sketching session with me for this week! This is my oc for the short film animation I’m working on for a college degree of 2 years.
Agreed.
wednesday is bi on the aroace spectrum meanwhile enid is a lesbian in THEE deepest trenches of comphet imaginable together they are an ATROCIOUSLY confused bundle of baby gay angst
Practice with ref from last year. It was an experiment really, trying to see what I could do different from my usual methods.
/Boss’ chair
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Hi again, Nia here!
I updated my Cara portfolio a bit, so my most recent decent artworks are there now! Check them out if you like art and fantasy stuff!
Man. I really need to fluff up my portfolio. I need to produce more and more pieces 😳.
I hate AI. Support real artists and people.
Omg ao3 collapsed cuz of a ddos attack. All the addicts are going crazy without a fix.
I’m one of em.
Atrocities
In a world full of humans that consider themselves the superior beings, there is no question about who the beasts are. It is not animals that torture each other because they want to. The lion is not cruel for hunting a zebra to feed.
There is nothing on Earth capable of cruelty. Except humans.
🇵🇸
I think there’s no one unaware of what is happening in Gaza right now, in Palestine. What started in 1948.
I’ve been aware of the war going on in Palestine for years.
I find it baffling how so many are finding out about this only now, when the corpses of the dead are sky high, when so many are lost and can never go home now.
How dare the world make promises like ‘never again’? How dare the world make promises and once again stand still, as genocides take place? How dare you stand there and look away? How dare you stay quiet?
How can you stay quiet?
I find it horrifying and heartbreaking. I find it even more atrocious that the people doing this should be people who understand what genocide is like.
How can they go ahead and do what was done to them, to others? What about ‘treat others like you want to be treated’? Has that phrase never mattered at all?
I do not understand.
I do not understand.
I cannot understand.
I cannot condone.
Why? How? How can your heart and your mind and your conciousness condone this? How can people who suffered through genocide do this others? How can you possibly try to justify this?
Nothing justifies the killing of innocents. Nothing. Nothing justifies this violence and crimes against humanity. Nothing ever has, nothing ever will. Nothing justifies the atrocities of WW2, nothing justifies this either. I cried when as a child I learned about the Holocaust. I cry now with the people of Palestine, for them.
Are we, quite literally, the only species on Earth that does not learn from its mistakes?
If a young bunny steps into a trap, it’ll come to know pain but survive. The next time it comes into contact with a hunter trap, it will jump aside.
Animals learn. Nature learns.
Why can’t humans? We are the one species that doesn’t follow the natural balance of the world. Do we even belong here? What kind of monsters are we, to repeat the same mistakes over and over and over and over?
Do not stay quiet. Use your voice, speak out for those that can’t.
Above all, remember empathy, remember compassion, remember love.
Drop aside hate and bias, prejudice and stereotypes, racism and xenophobia, revenge and resentment.
Nothing justifies this. Nothing. Look upon what’s happening with your own eyes and ask yourself:
Why can I live but they can’t?
We’re all human. Aren’t we?
There’s not a day that I don’t think about the genocide happening in Palestine. I mourn and grieve for the dead, with all those suffering.
#freepalestine 🇵🇸
Whoohoo! Finally making some progress on this piece I started a looong time ago, right after I watched Earwig. I loove the band member’s design and decided to draw them, starting with her mom.
She’s so pretty!!
/Don’t disturb me
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